With eyes that cut right through me,
their answer to my helpless quest.
No was their gilded answer to be,
devoid in compassion in frigidness.
My only sin was that of need I asked,
But denied in aloof cold logic quipped.
my heart sank to the low crumbled mass,
my saddened spirit felt the lash of whip.
Does anyone know where the love of God goes,
when minutes turn to ardorless spent hours?
Where is the spirit of compassion's glow,
in drowning in negativity's demanding powers.
Lost in dejection's abysmal languished drift,
I succumb to the lash of disappointment's whip.
~~~Suseann~~~
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Written December 6th, 2005
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Oh wow...
and again OH WOW!! Nice job suseann. I adore your word choices in this. Very powerful work you have here. This is definately one of your best. GREAT JOB!!! 
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I like how this questions things...very powerful and stirring write..excellent
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BEAUTIFUL POEM
So very sad. I have also felt that when disappointment brings only more dejection. Sometimes it is very hard to escape from it,
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